Ahh, yes. Yet again another year has gone by and I still remain my unattached self on Valentine’s Day. I suppose you could say that after scrolling through limitless Facebook and Instagram posts of various people receiving roses or cute messages from their significant other, I would begin to feel a bit disappointed - but actually, I feel a rather odd sense of contentment more than ever before. Now, I know it may seem indescribably corny, fictitious, or even downright mad, but I truly feel there is something - perhaps someone - special in the eyes of my future. This random, outlandish feeling has occurred only recently in the past three and a half months, and I don’t have the faintest clue as to why. One fateful day last month, these unexplainable feelings I had been randomly experiencing had an unprecedented, coincidental awakening. Even though I have seen a countless number of spectacular films over the years, very few have actually left such an eloquent and significant impact on me the way DDLJ has. When I had viewed this movie for the first time, I was left utterly awestruck at the premise it laid before me. Illustrated there on my television screen, right before my very eyes, was a young girl my same age, experiencing the exact same exact circumstance I was encountering : |
'" This is the first time it’s happening in 17 years,
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